Book 7: Kill the Pups

Retta

These babies are remarkably quiet as I lug them through the forest. It’s almost as if they don’t even mind that I’m stealing them away from their parents, from their home, from everything they’ve ever known.

Not that they know much of anything. They are tiny babies, after all, only a few days old, and I seriously doubt they know much about who their mother is, where they’ve been, or much else.

But in a way, I feel bad about this….

Not the kind of bad that’s going to make me turn around and stomp my way back to the castle, but bad nevertheless.

After all, Rose is not who I thought she was.

I suppose I am exactly who she thought I was–stuck-up, manipulative, bitchy as hell. Yes, all of those words seem to describe me pretty well, even though I’ve been pretending to be something else the last few days.

I knew she would fall for it, though. Even though I always thought she was under the impression she was better than me an